Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests Glo. My liege! Enter GLOSTER. K. Hen. My brother Gloster's voice?-Ay; I know thy errand, I will go with thee: The day, my friends, and all things stay for me. SCENE II.-The French Camp. [Exeunt. Enter DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, and 'others. Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords. Dau. Montez à cheval:-My horse! valet! lacquay! ha! Dau. Via!*-les eaux et la terre Orl. Rien puis? l'air et le feu Dau. Ciel! cousin Orleans. Enter CONSTABLE. Now, my lord Constable ! Con. Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh. That their hot blood may spin in English eyes, And doubt them with superfluous courage: Ha! Ram. What, will you have them weep our horses' blood? How shall we then behold their natural tears? Enter a MESSENGER. Mess. The English are embattled, you French peers. And your fair show shall suck away their souls, That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, And sheath for lack of sport: let us but blow on them, The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. "Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords, That our superfluous lackeys, and our peasants,- * An encouraging exclamation. Mean, despicable. † Do them out. Took stand for idle speculation: But that our honours must not. What's to say, * And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound Enter GRANDpre. Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of France? With torch-staves in their hand: and their poor jades To demonstrate the life of such a battle In life so lifeless as it shows itself. Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay for death. Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh suits, And give their fasting horses provender, And after fight with them? Con. I stay but for my guard; On, to the field: I will the banner from a trumpet take, And use it for my haste. Come, come away! The sun is high, and we outwear the day. SCENE III-The English Camp. [Exeunt. Enter the English Host; GLOster, Bedford, EXETER, SALISBURY, and WESTMORELAND. Glo. Where is the king? Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle. West. Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand. Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds. God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge: * An introductory flourish on the trumpet. + Colours. + Ring. Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck go with thee! And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it, Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness; West. O that we now had here Enter KING HENRY. [Exit SALISBury. But one ten thousand of those men in England, K. Hen. What's he, that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland ?-No, my fair cousin ; To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost; I am the most offending soul alive. No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, What feats he did that day: Then shall our names * Grieves. And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, We few, we happy few, we band of brothers: And gentlemen in England, now abed, Shall think themselves accursed, they were not here; Enter SALISBURY. Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed: The French are bravely in their battles* set, And will with all expedience charge on us. K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be so. West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward now! K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from England, cousin? West. God's will, my liege, 'would you and I alone, Without more help, might fight this battle out! K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thousand men ; Which likes me better, than to wish us one.- You know your places: God be with you all! Tucket.-Enter MONTJOY. Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king Harry, If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, Before thy most assured overthrow: For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf, Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy, The Constable desires thee-thou wilt mind‡ Thy followers of repentance; that their souls May make a peaceful and a sweet retire From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor bodies K. Hen. Who hath sent thee now? Mont. The Constable of France. K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back; Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus ? While the beast lived, was kill'd with hunting him. Find native graves; upon the which I trust, They shall be famed; for there the sun shall greet them, *Battle array. + Remind. + Expedition. § In brazen plates on our tombs. And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; Let me speak proudly;-Tell the Constable, Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee well: Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Exit. K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again for ransom. Enter the Duke of YORK. York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg The leading of the vaward. K. Hen. Take it, brave York.-Now, soldiers, march away :And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! SCENE IV-The Field of Battle. [Exeunt. Alarums, Excursions. Enter FRENCH SOLDIER, PISTOL, Pist. Yield, cur. and Boy. Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme de bonne qualité. Pist. Quality, call you me?-Conster me, art thou a gentleman ? What is thy name? discuss. Fr. Sol. O Seigneur Dieu! Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentleman:Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and mark:O sígnieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox,t Except, O signieur, thou do give to me Egregious ransom. Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié de moy! * Ornaments. + Sword. VOL. III. E |